‘I come to the garden alone, while the dew is still on the roses, and the voice I hear falling on my ear, the son of God discloses. And He walks with me and He talks with me and He tells me I am His own and the joy we share as we tarry there none other has ever known.’
These words were written by C. Austin Miles (1868-1946) a pharmacist in a ‘cold, dreary and leaky basement in New Jersey that didn’t even have a window to have a view of a garden according to his great-granddaughter. Can you imagine the depths of despair that brought him to seek God so early that dark dreary morning? Or the joy of knowing a God he could go to anytime he needed to. Perhaps as a pharmacist he was working on a chemical equation to eventually help millions of people be saved from a catastrophic illness and he wanted to get the formula just right. Maybe there was something going on in his personal life and God was the only one he could turn to that early to talk to. It could have been he just wanted to thank God for all of the good things he had been blessed with and the dark, dreary basement was the only place he could be alone with his thoughts.
When do I go to my garden? Do I go every day as I should? Or do I only go to my garden when something is concerning me and I need God’s help? Do I use my metaphorical garden like Santa Claus’ lap at Christmas time hoping God will bring me what I want because I’ve been a good girl long enough to get what I want. Of course God would accept my visit with open arms even if that was the only time I came to visit but He wants me to visit all of the time. He enjoys my company. He loves communing with me. He loves knowing I love being with Him not just when things are bad but when times are good. And when you look at it times are good more often than not.
And while I try to spend as much time as possible acknowledging God’s presence it’s in those precious wee hours of the morning I can spend more time telling Him how much I love Him. I can thank Him for all He’s done. I can ask for all I need. I can give Him all of my cares. I can lay down all of my burdens. I can repent of all of my sins. I can talk about anything I want. It is in my garden I gain my strength and I gather my courage for my day.
Imagine being outside looking at the huge expanse of space God created for us; at that time right before the moon disappears and the sun arises, when you see that single leaf on the tree sway with the slightest breeze that’s when you know God is arranging things for your new day and putting your new mercies in place… isn’t that amazing! Take time to visit your garden.
Proverbs 8:17 King James Version (KJV)
17 I love them that love me; and those that seek me early shall find me.
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